I suppose I am many things, but right now it's taking the form of a freelance writer and student of the world. There is so much to see and to learn!

I was so lucky as to grow up in a very beautiful part of the world in the mountains of central Vermont, but I also quickly grew an itch to move around, largely inspired by the stories I was reading of far-off places. My interest in writing grew and I went on to study Language and Literature at Harvard University. I took a semester off of school to wander and this unstructured time only inspired me to seek a lifestyle that would allow me to continue living in movement.

After graduation, I knew a conventional career path was not for me and it's taken a bit of time, but I'm now slowly but surely building a base of clients as a freelance writer.

I've always been curious about the world and now I can do work I love from anywhere. Writing is a beautiful thing to me, in the way it allows otherwise unacquainted reader and author to 'meet' each other in a really unique space, similar in ways to what I love about traveling.

The dust and heat of the dessert were heavy, oppressive as we sped south in the car. I was immobilized in the passenger seat and Remi, more highly functional in the hot weather, was pretty much solo-piloting our southward road trip. Passing the border in Tijuana, things didn’t cool off much as we headed south down Baja California. The relentless movement of it: what were we running from? Or running to?

Things are in season, fresh, local. The vendors themselves are almost as colorful as their veggies, young and old. People from all over the place live in the city, and the accents you’ll hear are, like in much of the city, diverse.

I wanted to put down my bags (at least for a little bit), stop bopping around and feel at home, to create a space for myself. I searched and searched: for months it felt like I would never find what I was looking for!

From the ground, it’s easy enough to miss it entirely at first, but eventually the skyscrapers will draw your gaze upwards, and you’ll inevitably notice the sprigs of greenery sprouting above you in the midst of the concrete jungle. This is Highline, a 3-mile long park that’s been strung up so cleverly from the heights of the city.

If you head south from Ticonderoga towards the middle of Lake George, just off the shore there are a string of islands that are part of a public state park. In many parts of the lake the water is deeper than you can see, but here it becomes shallow and you can swim between the islands in the sheltered water.

Tucked in between a little pond and some sprawling farm fields is Wood’s Market Garden, just south of Brandon, VT, on Route 7. This is one of my favorite places for fresh food, especially in the summer months when everything is drenched in sunshine and tomatoes taste like the way nature meant for sweets to be.

Just get started, set off and even though you can only see as far as the head beams illuminate in front of you, if you keep going long enough you can eventually make it all the way across the country. Or even to Mexico. I prefer a route with a bit more mystery, leaving a little something up to chance and just the beautiful unfolding of life as it happens.

Slowing down is beautiful because it allows you to get on intimate terms with a place. You can make lasting friendships, really learn the language, feel the textures and rhythms of a place, living so fully even as you’re on the road.

Flor was from all places, but most importantly from the duality of the earth and the sky. As she grew, the wind took her into his tutelage, gently and then ferociously he would blow her throughout the world that was her home.

There is something in the water, the way it touches us all. I'm floating somewhere about 150 feet offshore from the white sandy beaches of this dry, desert island just fifteen miles off the coast of Venezuela.

It's been years now that I've been dreaming up a trip to Rome, a city that I've spent a long time thinking about, yet knew relatively little about. It is a city of contrasts, between its monuments and its little quirks that go unnoticed by the masses, but these details make up a good deal of its charm.